stars

I  looked into the indigo mirror that is the night sky, and saw my freckles reflecting back at me in the stars.

We’ve both been marked, by heat and its radiance, and even twilight cannot conceal it.

Within each sun-kissed speck is a journey of millions of miles.

Such a precipitous lean for merely a kiss.

A bow of that declination blazes with endearment.

It has come so far, and stooped so low, to simply caress my face.

I wear its affections bashfully on my skin, unable to deny that it has written its devotion upon me.

The stars and I both know of the brilliant blistering of unfading love.